Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 729 - 36: Indomitable Spirits When Drunk (Combined Second Part)_2

Chapter 729 -36: Indomitable Spirits When Drunk (Combined Second Part)_2

“Martial artists of Jianghu are just like the scholars in the Imperial Court, valuing their reputation above all else,” Wang Anfeng reflected. “Once they’d witnessed such an embarrassing moment, it would be fine if they never encountered each other again. But should they meet, those with less generous hearts would surely bring up the incident for discussion.”

With such an ambiguous grudge hanging between them, even if Anfeng’s group had not left the inn, they would have found it hard to avoid confrontation upon encountering these people.

When he saw that the young man’s face had clearly revealed a sense of gratification, yet still he kept his steed under control, following half a horse’s length behind a middle-aged man, his heart sank not just slightly but as if it had been frozen for many hours in the winter of the Great Qin’s Northern Lands, his complexion turning somewhat pale.

The day before, he had observed the young swordsman’s techniques: his swordsmanship was fierce and brutal, and his strength was even greater than his own. Clearly, he was a solid Seventh Rank Martial Artist who, given a moment of epiphany, could break into the Dragon Gate and directly enter the Middle Third Rank Realm.

Such a proud and skilled young swordsman would only show such cautious reverence to someone with considerable martial prowess, capable of making a resounding name in Jianghu, belonging to the high realm of Middle Third Rank.

Just the thought that the approaching middle-aged man was a figure akin to his own Master, Tian Zhide’s combat will significantly diminished.

He couldn’t help but feel this way. Middle Third Rank experts, who could draw on the Qi Mechanism to resonate with Heaven and Earth, did not need to mention a few dozen martial warriors. Even a hundred armored soldiers without a corresponding expert among them wouldn’t survive a few exchanges.

The Imperial Court’s military formations could overwhelm martial warriors of Jianghu through the contention of same-level experts and the restriction of soldiers in formation. If they all were Seventh Rank Martial Artists, it wouldn’t be impossible to pull down one or two Middle Third Rank experts.

However, it was clear that there weren’t that many experts here, and the way Divine Martial Mansion’s people responded to the enemy didn’t show any signs of formation. It seemed more like typical Jianghu reactions, simply drawing swords to meet the challenge.

This made Tian Zhide’s heart grow even heavier.

The swordsman in black, Chen Jinyu, riding a fiery steed, scanned over the Divine Martial Mansion’s caravan. When he saw those three old soldiers of Divine Martial Mansion, a hint of caution flashed in his eyes. Soon after, he noticed Gong Yu and Xue Qinshuang further back.

Even though it wasn’t the first time he had seen them, a flicker of admiration still passed through his gaze.

He then noticed that these Jianghu women, whose beauty was rare even within his own sect, looked calm at the moment, and even the adorable-looking young girl didn’t show any fear on her face.

Suddenly hesitant, he slowed his horse, his eyes sweeping across Tian Zhide and another person, detecting their nervousness. Confusion grew in his mind. His gaze fell on the seemingly elite soldiers of Divine Martial Mansion, and he had a moment of realization, thinking that their reliance was on these dozen martial artists.

Chen Jinyu couldn’t help but smirk to himself, knowing that the Jianghu was full of mysterious martial arts, and the level of a martial artist’s skills couldn’t be judged solely by their fierce appearance or tall, strong stature. A petite lady in embroidered shoes could twist off a man’s head, while a seemingly frail scholar could cause mountains to crumble with a flick of his sleeve.

Although these martial artists looked tough and menacing, in his eyes they were merely pretty on the outside, like embroidered pillows. Armed with swords, their techniques were nothing more than simple thrusts and retraction.

Only those three with the intense aura of killers posed some difficulty, but not beyond handling. Relying on them was a huge joke.

With this thought, he relaxed, halted his horse, and looked at the fair-faced middle-aged man with slender phoenix eyes beside him, speaking out loud,

“Uncle Master, these are the people. Going further north for no more than twenty miles, we will reach the place where those people are located. I suspect these people, being elusive, might be in cahoots with them.”

“Moreover, those we are pursuing were guarded by forty or fifty fierce warriors, aside from two beautiful young ladies, which matches up with these people here. I suspect that the two we are chasing are among them.”

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and pondered,

“Then, according to your opinion, Jin Yu…”

Chen Jinyu’s eyes sparkled, and he said with a salute,

“Why not take these people back to our sect for thorough investigation, just to be safe?”

The swordsman he called Uncle Master thought for a moment, then nodded and said, “Then you go ahead, I’ll handle these warriors. Nevertheless, Jin Yu, when you take action, remember not to be too abrupt with the ladies.”

He then turned to Gong Yu and the others, smiling,

“Ladies, please do not worry. We are under orders and mean no offense. Once we have taken you into our sect, we will examine you thoroughly. If it turns out we have made a mistake, we will certainly escort you out unharmed. There’s no need for any distress.”

In his speech, his tone completely dismissed Wang Anfeng and his companions, as if taking them was as easy as picking something out of a bag. The implicit meaning in his words, even for someone as cautious as Tian Zhide, couldn’t help but ignite a raging fury within him.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and a disciple handed him a longsword.

If he dared to boast so brazenly, he naturally had some skills. Holding the longsword, his expression became much more devout, his aura rising sharply like a sword edge, making him stand out even among Sixth Rank Martial Artists.

Chen Jinyu spurred his horse forward. The horse he rode, worth five hundred gold on Jianghu, was an excellent steed. The sword in his hand was a famous sword from Jiangnan Road, with a scabbard and blade of a dark green hue like deep alley moss. Riding a fine horse, composed and leisurely, he advanced and then suddenly charged forward.